Well I used to hang a hero From the mirror of my mind Little plastic certainties To keep me feeling fine Thought if I could name it It would never let me down But every idol melts When the heat arrives in town I’ve seen shiny explanations Fade in roadside dust Turns out blind devotion Is just an over-leveraged trust So I drive with open questions Windows cracked for doubt If truth wants to ride shotgun It can speak up — I’ll hear it out Don’t put a halo on the dashboard Don’t freeze your soul in chrome Let the road stay just wild enough To let the unknown feel like home No plastic rescue of the moment No perfect plan to own The sweetest grace I ever found Was traveling right alone I seen folks polish stories Till they blinded their own sight Preach about tomorrow Like they personally booked the flight I ain’t mocking belief I’m just careful what I crown Every rigid revelation More than often... breaks down The brain’s a jukebox prophet Spinning futures like a tune Half of what it’s selling Expires way too soon. So I keep my maps in pencil And my ego is in the trunk If certainty starts shouting I just smile and call it funk You can hang whatever symbol Helps you make it through the night Just don’t confuse the ornament With steering towards what's right Don’t put a halo on the dashboard Don’t bronze what’s still alive Let revision be your compass Let humility still drive No frozen answer in the sunlight No doctrine carved in stone The bravest prayer I ever said Was “It's not fully known.” I don’t need a plastic promise You need a moving soul I don’t worship prediction You adjust and roll Stay curious… stay movable… Life ain’t about being certain It’s about staying awake Laughing at your own illusions Before your soul they take. If I bow to anything It’s the rhythm of repair The grace of second chances Floating high in the air No halo on my dashboard No safe lights made of chrome Just a pulse and steady hands And the long runway home Let it bend Let it roam The truth don’t live in plastic It lives in the unknown.
